marked tracks,

the earth surrounds her

the green fog is near

blindly stuck,

her lids take flight

the green fog is near

sea sick arrest,

palms tremble and flood

the green fog is near

and i forgot the way she stayed up at night

and i forgot her voice by light

and i regret the morning aches

loose bones,

cold tide,

ship brakes

she laid

held tight to table ends and eager birds-

the poem that dies inside me

i awake without her

climbing still

feet yelling at the grass

to never forget

the view.

it receives.

daily.

look up child,

and never below

the green fog is near